2011 day 1 minus 3

Well, here it is, Friday the 28^th. It would be a different day, but it makes sense to stay with the conventional wisdom….anyway, 3 more sleeps, 2 more days and Sandy will weigh me down with all stuff I have collected and foist me off on Delta Airlines. For you in Anacortes, the would make Monday my day of departure. Some of you have generously contributed to this latest adventure, and I want to assure you that as foolish as it seemed for you to do that, those gifts actually will provide some much needed tools and equipment for those miniature snot manufacturers. It continues to amaze me how once presented with a good cause, people will give of their hard earned assets.
So, this guy of 177.4 lbs is taking three check thru items weighing about a total of 190lbs. Now, Delta charged 177lbs me around $750.00 one way to take me to Kenya……but they will charge about $500.00 to take the 190lbs to the same place. I tried to talk Delta into sending me as check thru….guess how far that got…..don’t look for me on any airport turnstile soon……seat 43G for me.
Having returned from Kenya at the end of October, tired, emaciated, with malaria and having taste buds that had all but given up on their quest, it only made sense to Sandy and I that I should go back again soon…..hence, this trip….hoping to get back before that aforementioned buds caught on that we were back in the land of food. For a, (and I say this honestly), not yet understood reason, Sandy and I began to think that I should go back at the end of January and stay until the 21^st of March…..that seems like a long time and I’m beginning to question Sandy’s motives…..and I notice that all my life insurance policies are completely up to date… Now if you have had the intestinal fortitude to read my earlier ramblings you may understand when I say that this trip isn’t exactly predicated on the “romance” of Africa. After all, there are scary things there…..at least 88 of them and 66 under five years old….not to mention that even Jesus fasted for only 40 days, and I’m going to be there for 49 days….pray for me, ya hear!!
Miracles….yep, I say, miracles…that’s pretty much the whole story of Rehema Instep. If you and I could sit down together….not that you’d want to, I would tell you story after story of how God had intervened into the life of this children’s home….like the borehole and Toyota (bless her heart) and the abandoned kids who are alive and are now tormenting us. There is the land and the buildings and beautiful wall artwork and….and.. well build up your endurance and tolerance and we will sit down together….you can chalk it up to suffering for Jesus!!
Sandy says I can sit up front this one time as she takes me to the airport….see, more miracles. In the back will be some pretty expensive tools and misc. clothes and shoes. Hmmm, “expensive”……third world country……hmmm. Just on the off chance that there could be a dishonest official, thief, or all around bad type person, (of course I jest) maybe you could pray for safety and that ‘expensive’ and other stuff gets there with as little expense as possible.
So, since I am just beginning to dazzle you with my literary expertise, I will leave you wanting more…( I like to think of it that way anyway)